little piece of heaven

im very close to my mom...in fact, she is the one that has always supported me and given me the drive to be a better person, we may be far from each other nowadays but i know that the bond that ties as are stronger than ever...love my mom so much and when she kept on bugging me about news on how i was, i wrote this...

My mom asked for news about me.  She asked me to send her stories and tidbits of my life away from home.  It’s been awhile since I’ve packed my bags, got into a plane and reentered the dazzling twists and turns of Metro Manila.

I told her I’ve been very busy but since then I was able to find a little bit of time to scribble this little piece of my own private history.

Manila is just like it has always been; a bustling metropolis of unending traffic and untiring people.  I tried living here once before, but it did not end up the way I thought it would be.  So I went back home to the banality of the province.  But I have grown up since then. 

I now live in a mid rise condominium compound which can boast of a number of celebrities and sports personalities among its tenants.  In fact, major major Maria Venus Raj is among the many well known people you see along the private avenues within the private walls of my address.  It’s not really expensive here, but with a swimming pool & club house, gym and cable television it’s well worth the money I pay.  That and of course the security of a safe environment. 

From my 9^th floor window, I can see the buildings of Makati and the all too familiar building of my workplace which is but 5 minutes away.  I work the night shift again, happy and content being one of the countless “vampires” that thrive almost everywhere (I now have the perfectly white skin pallor – hahhhah).  Work is hectic, chaotic but then again this is what drives me.  There are competitions everywhere and I plan to leave them all eating my dust but that is a different story (hehehe).  I have found friends there; friends, admirers and long lost colleagues, I even found my mom’s long lost Tupperware I left in somebody else’s party years and years ago.

My off days are equally busy.  I’ve extraed (ß this is not even  a word, hahahah) in a number of independent films (hehehe, don’t ask), finally got down to have my long overdue general check up ( I’m finally certain I’m healthy), began to lose weight (wahahaha), bought a franchise, finished a screenplay (watch out – coming soon) and been in company of books, books and books.

Now, I have always been a book lover.  But not as much as when I started collecting them which I started when I first got here.  Surprisingly, they were able to keep me sane and had been my constant companion and got me off alcohol (yes, I don’t drink anymore – for a good 4 months, not counting one instance of team building and one night of reminiscing with a very dear friend).  I never really realized I have accumulated quite a number of them until I decided to cover them all with plastic.  Whew!  It took me literally hours to finish.  As of the last count, I almost have thirty of the best sellers that I only looked in envy inside National before; all new, pristine and in perfect condition.  I consider them my own little piece of heaven.

So that is where I currently am.  Within my room during the day in slumber, busy with my nocturnal existence at night and kept revitalized by new found friends, my toys (stuffed toys I’m also collecting: Naruto, Little Devil, Psyduck and Meorrw ß more coming soon)  and the books that continue to grow.